True Vision

I have known many

with open eyes and closed hearts.

Prejudice and hatred and fear

make them blind.

You.

You are not like them.

You see with eyes

as clear as truth,

as bright as joy.

You color your life

by laughing,

and holding warm, rough hands 

familiar and strong,

by memorizing the rain's songs

tapped out in morse-code on your windowsill

or your head,

by creating vivid worlds made solely of words and dreams

and your persistence.

Perhaps the way you see is different,

and sometimes,

hard,

But it is no less beautiful.